A/N: I was browsing through my computer when I found this. It's a story I started a year ago and I was wondering of I should continue with it? I know I have 2 other stories I'm working on (Although I think I'm going to put LMES under a temperary hiatus) but I was curious as to what you would think. So read on and leave your thoughts in a review :) Oh and sorry for any grammar/spelling errors or if anything makes no sense at all, this was fixed in a hurry!

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16 year old Blair Waldorf was standing in front of her mirror, slowly placing a red headband on her brown curls. She gave her outfit a look-over and then heard her father calling her from downstairs. "Blair-Bear, you're going to be late," Harold's voice filled the room as he entered and gave her an insuring smile. "Don't worry, you'll do great," he said before he started rushing her out the door.

A limo was waiting when she came down to the lobby. Here goes nothing, she thought to herself as the driver opened up the door and she stepped in, careful not to wrinkle her new skirt.

After a few minutes the limo pulled over in front of Constance and the door was opened again by the driver. Blair stepped outside and walked straight inside, not looking anyone in the eyes. She entered the headmistress's office and was greeted by a middle-aged woman with a big smile on her face.

"Blair Waldorf, right?" she asked and got up from her seat, shaking Blair's hand. She sat back down and motioned for Blair to sit down on the other side of the desk. After she was comfortably seated the headmistress pulled out Blair's file and started flipping through it.

"Just moved to New York after almost 15 years in France," she said, with a few other mumbled facts. "I think you'll fit right in."

"Thanks," Blair said, getting up and straightening out her skirt. "Here is your schedule and don't be afraid to ask for direction," the older woman said while she opened the door and motioned for the brunette to step outside. After the door closed, a loud bell rang and the hallway seemed to clear out.

She looked at her schedule and realized that it was a quarter-to-twelve and she was late for French. Classroom 201, she repeated over and over in her mind while scanning the doors for the right number. At the end of the hall she finally found the right room and slowly turned the knob. Everyone in the room immediately turned their attention to Blair, including the teacher.

"You must be Blair," she said and pointed to an empty seat next to a blonde girl. "Sit," the teacher commanded and then continued the lesson.

Blair slowly made her way to her seat and when she pulled the chair back, the blond looked up. Blair gave her a smile but turned her attention back to the front of the room, where the teacher explaining something she had learned last year in France.

A few minutes passed and Blair was getting bored of listening to the teacher going on and on about facts she knew beforehand. When something poked her under the table she looked down to find that the blond next to her had a note in her hand, obviously trying to pass it to her discreetly.

I'm Serena. I love your headband, it read with perfect handwriting. Blair smiled and scribbled a response on the note, Thanks. My name's Blair Waldorf. Serena smiled and as the bell rang, Blair grabbed her bag and got ready to leave. "Hey Blair, wait up," she heard someone call and turned around to see Serena run up to her.

"I was going to grab lunch with my friends, wanna join us," she said and looked at her hopefully.

"Sure," Blair answered. Anything was better than sitting alone. While they were walking Blair looked Serena over. She was wearing the school uniform but had obviously made a few changes to make it look less boring. Her long blond hair was beautiful and she could tell that most of the boys they walked past practically stopped to stare at her.

All in all she looked like she had stepped out of a fashion magazine. They came into the courtyard and Blair followed her to a more secluded space, where a blond boy stood, smoking something that was probably more than a normal cigarette. He was wearing a St. Jude's school uniform and gave them her and Serena a bright smile when he spotted them approaching. Everything about him was flawless and he looked like a male replica of Serena.

"Nathaniel," she heard someone call and mere seconds later a shadow appeared besides hers.

"What do we have here." Blair swiveled around quickly, the close proximity of the voice making her jump. She almost smacked into the person standing behind her, but he moved away just in time to avoid her attack.

"Stop creeping her out Chuck," Serena said as she smacked the boy. He backed away but still kept eye contact with Blair. He had a very strong facial structure and his dark hair matched his brown, smoldering eyes perfectly. Everything about him was different from the blond guy, they were complete opposites.

"Guys, this is Blair Waldorf, my new friend. Blair, this is Nate, my boyfriend," Serena introduced her to the blond guy, "and this is Nate's friend Chuck," she said and punched the dark haired guy's arm lightly and he smirked back at her. "He's kind of a perv," Serena whispered loudly to Blair, making sure Chuck heard it. He glared at Serena before turning to Blair. "Nice to meet you," he said smoothly and grinned.

"Aww, I wish I could say the same," Blair said, flashing a bitchy smirk his way. "Feisty are we?" he said, moving a bit closer. Blair could feel his breath on her face when Serena pulled him backwards by the sleeve of his blazer.

"What was that for?" he asked, insulted by intrusion. "I like Blair, so it would be nice if you could stop scaring her away," Serena said and lowered her voice. "And by that I mean no seducing and sleeping with her," she whispered, but Blair was standing close enough to hear her. He scoffed and rolled his eyes beofre walking over to Nate, bored with the conversation. Serena looked at Blair who was blushing and staring at the ground.

"Don't worry you'll get used to him," Serena said and Blair let out a small giggle.
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The final bell rang and Chuck slowly picked up his things. "Chuck, wait up," a familiar voice called from behind and he turned around. "Nathaniel, what's up?" he said as he started walking again.

"Serena's hosting her birthday party tonight, you're coming right?" Nate asked, out of breath from running to catch up with Chuck. Great, another Serena party. I need to find some excuse-"Blair's gonna be there," Nate said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Fine, I'm in."
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"Wow," Blair breathed as Serena opened her closet. It was filled with designer clothes and shoes and purses. It was practically girl heaven.

"Okay, so for my birthday tonight I have to find the perfect dress. If you help me I'll let you borrow one," Serena offered playfully, noticing Blair's wide eyed stare at her dresses.

"Really?" Blair squealed and practically ran into Serena's walk in closet. She started browsing the clothes, staring at one dress for a while before throwing it a way and picking up the next one. Serena watched Blair with an amused expression and then started to go through the closet herself, trying to find something Nate would like.

"This one," she finally heard Blair call somewhere from the other end of the closet. Serena spun around and saw Blair holding a long, dark purple satin dress with a silver belt around the waist. Serena smiled and continued looking for a dress for herself.

It was a few minutes before the party Blair and Serena were putting the final touches on their outfits. Blair stood in front of the mirror and like she did with every outfit she ever put on, gave herself a look-over and smoothed out any possible wrinkles.

"Hey sweetie," Blair heard Serena say and looked over to her. She was talking on the phone, probably with Nate."Yeah we're ready, I'm just waiting for you," she said and Blair could see how completely smitten she was by this guy. Serena had that movie relationship Blair had always wanted and, quite frankly, still did. Who knew, maybe New York was the place she'd finally find the perfect boyfriend.
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"Chuck, hurry up. We're gonna be late," Nate complained as he banged on the bathroom door, trying to get Chuck to open. Serena had called 10 minutes ago and was probably getting impatient.

Suddenly, the lock clicked and out stepped Chuck Bass, wearing a modern black tux with a purple bow tie. "Purple? Are you serious?" Nate laughed.

"I thought you were in a hurry," Chuck quipped, rushing past Nate and pushing the button for the elevator. When it arrived, both of them stepped in and the blond pushed the button for the lobby. Slowly, the doors closed and when the elevator stopped at the third floor, already having stopped on the fourth and fifth, he gave up and dragged Chuck out of the elevator.

"What are you doing?" Chuck asked, ripping his arm away from his friends' hold and smoothing out his sleeve. "We're taking the stairs," Nate explained, opening up a door Chuck hadn't even known was there in the first place.

"Nathaniel, why do you think they have elevators?" Chuck protested as Nate began walking down the stairs. "Stop whining Chuck, a few steps aren't going to kill you," Nate joked and Chuck muttered something under his breath that Nate didn't hear and was pretty sure he didn't want to.
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"Where are they?" Serena said, getting impatient as she stood by the elevator doors waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. "They're just running a little late," Blair tried to reason with her but Serena wouldn't budge.

"Blair, could you get my phone. It's in my room," Serena said, her eyes not leaving the elevator. Blair didn't move but when Serena turned around and gave her a death glare, the brunette backed away slowly and headed for her room. Who knew Serena could act like a complete maniac when her party didn't go as planned.
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"You know Serena is going to be furious," Nate said as they were standing in the elevator, his teeth still chattering from the cold outside. "Well it's not my fault the limo broke down in the middle of the road and we had to walk to her party," Chuck complained. "Oh no, that wasn't your fault. But the fact that we couldn't take a cab because you refuse to use public transportation, that was definitely your fault," Nate shot back.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, silencing both of them. They stood still for a moment, neither of them wanting to be the target for Serena's rage. "You should go in first," Nate said. "She's less likely to hold a grudge against you." Chuck looked at him and then shook his head.

"Coward," he muttered under his breath and then left the elevator. The first thing he saw was a very pissed of Serena. Arms crossed and her eyes burning, she just stood there, staring at him. This is gonna be bad, he thought with Serena still staring him down. "Where's Nate?" she said suddenly, her voice sharp, and he let out a small breath, relieved that she was only pissed of at her boyfriend.

Slowly, Nate stepped out of the elevator, looking down at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Serena started to make her way to her boyfriend slowly and when she walked straight past Chuck, he slowly made his to the party, glad to have escaped the blond's wrath.

"It's one thing to be late to a common party but to be 45 minuteslate toMY BIRTHDAY," was all he heard before the blasting music filled his ears. He felt kind of sorry for Nate but that didn't stop him from chuckling. He made his way through the crowd of people and grabbed a drink from a waiter that walked by. It wasn't scotch, but at least it was something to get him through the night.

Scanning the crowds for a hook up he saw someone at the stop of the staircase. At first, he only saw the bottom of a dark purple dress but a few moments later he recognized the person immediately.

"Waldorf," he said when she came down the stairs.

Blair looked him over and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Have we met?"

Chuck put on a fake look of hurt but quickly replaced it with a charming smirk. "I'm Chuck Bass," he said and offered his hand.

"Bye mommy," Blair said as she waved her mom goodbye. It wasn't only her first day in kindergarten but also her first day at a new city. She had been living with her dad in France for the past 5 years and even though she was going back there in 2 weeks her mom had insisted on not having her home while she and her dad worked out some divorce issues. She re-adjusted the new headband her mom had just given her. She walked over to the other kids and sat down slowly. After a few minutes she'd gotten into some game with a complete stranger. Unfortunately, an older boy stepped up to her and grabbed her headband.

"Hey, that's mine," Blair whined and got up quickly. The boy stood in front of her and grinned widely. "Not anymore."

"Give it back," she pleaded. In her old school, no one had dared to mess with her. "Hmm, I could... but I'm not gonna," the boy responded and turned around, walking away with her headband. A small tear made its way down Blair's cheek and a small sob escaped her lips. The boy turned back to Blair when he heard her, and walked right back up to the younger girl.

"Awe, is the baby gonna cry?" he said mockingly and pushed Blair so she stumbled backwards. He went to push her again but stopped when a smaller boy stepped between them. He pushed the older boy and she was surprised when the larger kid stepped back and glared down at the other boy.

"Leave her alone," the small boy said menacingly. The older boy scoffed and threw the headband on the ground before walking away.

The boy who had helped her turned around and Blair saw his face. His dark hair fell over his eyes and when he pushed it gently away she saw his dark brown eyes. She sighed dreamily. He was so cute. "Hi, I'm Chuck Bass," he said and offered her his hand.

Chuck snapped his fingers in front of her face, causing her to snap out of her deja-vu.

"What?"

Chuck raised an eyebrow. "Thinking about me?" he asked, the smirk she had seen way to many times now sliding across his face.

"Ugh, you're heinous," she scoffed as she walked away. She didn't want to admit that she actually had been thinking of him and she most certainly didn't want to admit that he had been her first real crush. He didn't follow her so Blair started to look for someone interesting to talk to.

In the midst of talking to some girl she recognized from school, a voice she was becoming all to familiar with made her jump. "Hello again," he mumbled, his lips right next to her ear.

"What do you want Bass?" she asked, trying to ignore the fact that his lips were almost touching her earlobe. The other girl looked away awkwardly and scrambled away.

"Well I was shocked as to why you left earlier? I thought we were having a nice conversation," he teased.

"Well…" Blair started, trailing off when he spun her around so that she was tightly pressed against him, their faces inches apart.

"Well what?" he challenged, his hot breath hitting her face. Damn he's hot, she thought to herself as she stared into his dark eyes. When Chuck laid his hand on her thigh she snapped out of her trance and pushed him harshly away. When he leaned in again she shoved his hand so the drink he was holding dropped to the floor.

"My bad," she said innocently and walked away. When she had almost disappeared into the crowd she looked back over her shoulder, only to find Chuck staring at her, grinning wickedly. She winked at him and then giggled to herself. New York was starting to seem more appealing by the second.
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"What the hell was that?" Serena practically shouted into Blair's face after having dragged her into a corner. Blair furrowed her eyebrows in confusion at the sudden interrogation.

"Don't act stupid, I'm talking about you and Chuck," Serena growled at Blair, who was shocked at the hostility in her friends' voice.

Blair continued to stare at her until Serena threw her hands in the air and sighed loudly. "Chuck Bass is off limits Blair."

"Okay mom," Blair said sarcastically and rolled her eyes, not caring how childish she was acting. "I'm just saying B, he's a disgusting man whore. The only reason I tolerate him is because of Nate."

"Oh C'mon S, he can't really be that bad," Blair said in defense, her mind going back to the cute little boy that had helped her so many years ago. When Serena noticed her friend's dreamy stare she snapped her fingers in front of her face.

"Blair, no! You have no idea how bad he is. Girls are like Kleenex to him, use once and throw away," Serena explained drastically and then took a deep breath to calm herself. "I'm just trying to have your back here, you don't know how many friends I've lost to him."

Blair seemed to ponder this over for a moment before smiling and linking her arm through Serena's. "Don't worry, I'll completely ignore him, not even a thought will be spared" Blair said cheerily right before she walked straight into the arms of previously mentioned man-whore.

"So you were thinking about me," Chuck taunted and Blair blushed furiously, looking down at the floor to hide her embarrassment. Serena rolled her eyes and gave her friend a warning look and left to speak to one of the guests.

"Do you perhaps, dream about me too?" he continued and Blair looked back up. "Only in my nightmares," she said, flashing a bitchy smirk his way. "Well, how about we change that," he said, moving dangerously close to Blair, a victorious smirk making his way onto his face when she didn't back away.

When their lips were a hairsbreadth away, Blair heard a loud smack and then the warmth of Chuck's breath was gone. Serena had saved her from Chuck, and although she knew she should be grateful, she couldn't help but to feel irritated that she didn't get the chance to feel the taste of his lips.
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Damn it Serena. I was so close, he thought as he tried to tune out Serena's rambling. The blond had hunted him down after dragging Blair away. "Are you even listening to me?" Serena screeched annoyingly and Chuck snapped out of his thought. Chuck just stared at her and she sighed. "I told you to leave her alone."

"Oh give it up, you're not her mom," he scoffed and Serena rolled her eyes. "It's not like I was trying to rape her or something," he shouted, a few heads turning in search of gossip. "No, but you would have," Serena snapped back and they stood there for a moment, glaring at each other.

"Hey, what's going on guys," Nate said as he walked up to Serena. Completely oblivious to the tension between his girlfriend and his best friend, he kissed Serena on the cheek and she finally looked at Nate. Chuck used the opportunity and silently walked away. When Blair was nowhere to be found he went to the bar and grabbed a drink, the previous one having been spilled by the gorgeous brunette.

"Have you seen Serena, I wanted too say goodbye before I left," he heard Blair's voice and snapped his head around, regretting it when he felt the sharp jab in his neck.

Blair was talking to some girl who apparently didn't know where Serena was. Blair sighed and then her eyes landed on Chuck. "So now your stalking me?" she said as she walked over to him. "Stalking is such a strong term. I prefer closely observing" Chuck joked, managing to get a chuckle from her, followed by and awkward silence between the pair.d

"Have dinner with me." He asked suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Blair said. "Are you asking me on a date?"

Chuck grinned mischievously before handing her a note and walking over to elevator, disappearing a few seconds later.
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The last party guest had just left and Serena was walking up to her room, completely exhausted. She opened up the door and saw Blair lying on her bed, holding a small note in front of her face. Sneaking quietly up to the bed, she snatched the note from Blair.

Blair blinked twice before realizing that the small piece of paper was missing. She sat up and tried to grab it back, but with no luck. Serena walked slowly around the room, reading the small note that stated simply; next Friday 8'o clock.

"I'm not going-" Blair started but Serena cut her of by swinging around, grinning widely.

"Are you kidding. He actually asked you on a date?" Serena asked incredulously and Blair nodded awkwardly. "Blair, he's never done that. Ever, " Serena deadpanned. "You're his first date."

Blair felt her heart flutter, but she dismissed it quickly. "Which means...?" Blair asked and Serena plopped herself onto the bed next to the other girl. "Which means, starting Friday, we're going to make Chuck Bass' life a living hell."

Blair laughed and then something occurred to her. "How about we start now," she said mischievously and grabbed her phone. "If he wants to go on a date with me, he'll have to work for it."

Serena looked over Blair's shoulder and grinned at the text that was being composed to Chuck. "I like the way you think."

Blair smiled and smirked as her screen showed that the text had been sent. He was going to wish Blair Waldorf had never been born.
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His phone vibrated in his pocket, making him break the kiss and turn his head to grab his phone and check it. It was a text from an unknown number, but as soon as he opened it, he wished he hadn't.

I'll go on a date with you, on 1 condition. You can't have anyone "staying over" until then. Gossip Girl is watching you
-B
Chuck groaned, causing the brunette he'd picked out for the evening, to start to push him into the bedroom. He considered just ignoring the text, but his mind wondered back to the kiss he'd almost shared with Blair and how strange it had made him feel.

I must be going crazy. He grabbed the girls arms and pushed them away. She looked shocked as he picked up her coat and purse and handed them to her. She seemed to be glaring at him (it was hard to tell, she was completely wasted) but then she turned on her heel and stomped out of the suite.

Blair Waldorf better be worth this.

Chuck Bass and an unknown conquest heading up to his suite, the girl coming back down a couple of minutes later, looking completely unsatisfied. What's the matter C, not feeling up too your game?

XOXO Gossip Girl

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A/N: So, what do you think? Is this worth continuing? Let me know in a review :3